Outlined by the pen of a hundred headlights --------------------------------- And I've fallen Through the hole in this paper ship Which floats towards the edges Of a ruled up empty page Laid to slumber Under a marker's red ----------------------------------- How rain at night was not a punishment How at the end resides no light But roads don't stop to read their own advice ---------------------------------------------
i am so stunned. i think i just read that five times. i got images and chills and feelings and everything. i can not do justice to that in words. wow.
And as I ran the dripping blade against the asphalt A trembling surface that those humans made I gave my all to end the night
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well bridges fascinate me
and i like the concept of dying
bingo hey presto!
you have my poem
bubbye!
p.s. and there's other things too but then you have to look for them yourself, i can only show you the door!
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and yeah, i know...i gotta do the walking thing.
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Like walking over the overpass on South Street by Park n Ride.
*Shivers*
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And I've fallen
Through the hole in this paper ship
Which floats towards the edges
Of a ruled up empty page
Laid to slumber
Under a marker's red
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How rain at night was not a punishment
How at the end resides no light
But roads don't stop to read their own advice
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i am so stunned.
i think i just read that five times.
i got images and chills and feelings and everything.
i can not do justice to that in words.
wow.
And as I ran the dripping blade against the asphalt
A trembling surface that those humans made
I gave my all to end the night
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